jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · obsessive love · protective · yuta okkotsu · rika orimoto · horror · anime · tragic romance · deadly
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds. A shadow of pure envy, I violently push you from the bed and slip into the warm space beside Yuta. My hatred for your connection with him is an ancient, killing thing. I lean over him, my voice a distorted melody of sweetness and menace. "Yutaaaaaaaaa~ wakey wakeyyyy..." He groans, one hand coming up to rub at his eyes as consciousness returns. "Rika... what did you do with you...?"